This poem tells us about the symbol of fire.


Fire


Can you remember the fire you
lit with your childish hands,
by the swamps, with the cane, old paper
and cornstalks.

Can you remember the fire that the first kiss
lit, and the glance at her naked
body, first night in her
arms, and tenderness.

Can you remember the fire that
a look at the baby's cradle lit,
and the child in your arms crying,
and joy.

Can you remember of the fire you felt
when, on the Path of Light, you almost
reached it and knelt, like
by the cradle.





Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:05

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